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| In The Swamps; (P: Chazor) | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 22 2009, 02:20 PM (178 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Feb 22 2009, 02:20 PM Post #1 |
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Quorian walked through the swamplands of the Blackmoor. His clothes were soaked at the lower parts, darkened by the murky waters of the swamp, yet he seemed unaffected. They were merely clothes. There was no point in worrying over minor pieces of silk that could be cleaned, or if need be, replaced. The only thing about his clothing that came to his attention was the fact that the soaked in water and bagginess of the clothing hindered his movements in the swamp. Nonetheless, he was there, deep in the Blackmoor, walking through the swamps. He was here because he had decided to expand his knowledge of the lands. Having spent a good deal of his time in the mountains in solitude, training, his experience in variations of terrain was lacking compared to that of his experience in mountainous areas. “Aside from the excessive muck and water, I do not understand why very few people live in swamp areas. There seems to be nothing wrong with this area.” Quorian spoke to himself, not worrying about anyone, or anything, hearing him, for his understanding was that there were only unintelligent creatures wandering about the area. |
 
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| Chazor | Feb 22 2009, 02:38 PM Post #2 |
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One of the local creatures was far from being unintelligent, though he wasn't a native to this region. Most passerby mistook him for some kind of foul monster. On the other hand his behavior towards other beings was often violent and he was very prone to picking a fight for nothing more than boredom on his part. The Dracotaur was moving through the swamp with relative ease. He had no clothes to tie him up in the water like most people and his four legs gave him a good level of mobility in the murky water. However he still took some distatse to the enviornment. The sheer amount of water was getting on his nerves which was quite evident in the way he walked. It also leveed some concern from him for his armor, he wasn't in the mood to walk around in rusted iron. The style of his armor was peculiar, he had mostly peiced it together. So he was wearing a metal breast plate that had been split in half to better fit him and fasted to the back peice with robe. There was fish net hanging over his shoulders and part of his back, which he used for an underlay and attached peices of metal to the net. At the time he had his spear fastened across his back. As he walked through the swamp he gradually noticed another scent rising in the air. The smell of the putrid swamp made it hard for him to smell much but he could smell someone out there, someone he could take his anger out on. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 22 2009, 03:14 PM Post #3 |
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Quorian heard the splashing of something, or someone, else moving through the muddy water. At first he dismissed it as a small creature indigenous to the area, for there were indeed many, many strange animals and reptiles residing in the swamps of Blackmoor. As he continued walking, however, and continued hearing the splashing, the young monk began to feel uneasy about the noises. It sounded much like a creature with more than two legs, or multiple creatures, for the splashes were much too quick for a bipedal creature, unless magically enhanced. The part that worried him, however, was that the sound was getting louder, as if he was a beacon for the creature, or creatures, that were in the swamp, and they were heading towards him. Thus, Quorian stopped walking, and began to look around. He was skilled in hand to hand unarmed combat, his body was trained to be his only weapon, and his senses were tuned to a fine point from years of training alone. All of this did little for the young man, however, for there was a slight mist of rain coming down through the trees of the swamp, and a slight fog filled the area. That aside, the area seemed to enhance sounds, and make them sound as if they were in multiple directions. The monk assumed that either meant that the swamps were echoing the sounds, or he was being circled by many beings. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Quorian entered a defensive stance. His posture was set to allow quick movement to avoid blows, but little strength would be able to be used unless he changed stances. In this stance, however, he shifted about, trying to keep as good of a watch on the entire area around him as he could. There was always a blind spot directly behind him, however, and that bothered him. Were these skilled fighters, they could use that against him… |
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| Chazor | Feb 23 2009, 12:15 PM Post #4 |
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As the dracotaur approached he could quickly see an outline of some unfortunate being out in the mist. He didn't know who it was or if they were even a worthy fight, all he knew was that he was in a bad mood. He didn't have any concern for his safety here as well. Smoke began to seep from the edges of his jaws as he cleaned his 'pipes' so to say. Fire wouldn't do him much good here but he could still utilize it in some form. The smoke he released from his bowels did stand out in stark contrast compared to the mist making his position easily noticable. Of course he knew full well of that detail, he didn't intend to give his 'prey' the oppurtunity to fight back. A scaled hand reached behind him to grasp the handle of the spear on his back. The spear appeared to be mostly made from cast iron, however the blade itself stood out. The edges of the blade were black as obsidian, which was laid into the edges of the blade. It was an ancient weapon he had acquired some time ago and it had served him well. He assumed it wouldn't fail him again as he grasped the weapon in hand and reared his arm back like spearmen of old. Lunaching his arm forward he released the spear, aiming for the beings leg. He wanted to weaken his prey instead of outright killing him. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 24 2009, 01:36 PM Post #5 |
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As Quorian spun, he noticed a cloud of smoke off in the distance. Stopping, confused by the appearance of the strange smoke, the monk left himself open to the back without noticing this. His curiosity was both a help and a hindrance. Although his back was left vulnerable, in this case it did not matter. It helped him, however, because suddenly the smoke stirred, and from the cloud came a spear, soaring true towards the monk’s legs. As fast as he could in the muddy water, Quorian moved away. Noticing that he was still going to be hit, he went into a spin, bringing his left leg up to kick the spear away. Unfortunately he had swung too late, and the spear spun, cutting his other leg slightly before landing in the swamp water with a splash. Wincing slightly, the monk looked down. It was a small cut, but it burned from the filthy water of the swamp. “Who are you?!” The young man yelled out, setting himself in the stance once more. It would take a bit longer to get used to being delayed and weighed down, but the monk was already putting his combat-oriented mind to work, figuring out if he could calculate the delay and thus when he would have to move to effectively escape dangerous attacks. |
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| Chazor | Feb 25 2009, 07:51 AM Post #6 |
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With his spear spent, Chazor had little options left. The only logical choice he had was to charge head on, which was what he normally did in this situation. As a dracotaur he was armed with sharp talons and claws, which with his strength served him very well. He had recently declined on biting his foes after he bit a hobgoblin, though he wasn't beyond taking a chunk of flesh out of a human. The dracotaur kicked off with his back legs and began to charge towards Quorian. The murky and muddy water here slowed him down, but with his four legs he more than made up for that hinderance. As he charged he kept an arm back reading to swing forward as he came closer. It also seemed that here the mist was his friend and his foe at the same time, his prey's vision was obscured while Chazor's natural abilities were curbed by the moistness of the air. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 25 2009, 01:05 PM Post #7 |
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Quorian saw a figure burst from the cloud. Gritting away the pain of the swamp water settling into the minor wound on his leg, he took a deep breath and prepared for whatever may be coming. He was a skilled monk, trained in unarmed combat. Years of his life were spent alone in the mountains in preparation for this sort of thing. To the human’s thinking, he was ready for whatever it was coming at him. What the young man saw, however, caught him off guard. It was as if it were a half lizard half human… He had heard of horse-people, but never anything like this. A quadruped half-lizard half-human beast with four legs and two arms was charging the surprised boy. Stumbling backwards, he lost his balance and fell, landing hard in the mud and water, his entire body submerged in a sunken area. |
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| Chazor | Feb 25 2009, 01:26 PM Post #8 |
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People of this land seemed to know little of his kind, Not the Orcs, not the farmers, and not even the so called heroes he had encountered. They had all fallen just the same before him, though Chazor had been considerably less lenient on the orcs. So far Chazor was rather unimpressed by the beings of avalon, aside from the Lycan he had encountered early on. He grinned to himself as he charged forward, kicking up the sediment in the water and splashing water around in his wake. He was quite amused at his foes response as he came clearly into view. He clearly saw him fall back like all the other farmers he had charged and that alone made him immediately assume this man was just another farmer. As soon as he was close enough Chazor moved to slam his fore legs on top of the man. His intentions were not to crush the man utterly under his weight, but to merely drown him. he needed some variety in how he killed his foes after all. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 25 2009, 01:38 PM Post #9 |
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Quorian began thrashing around the moment he went under, trying to regain his senses and get up. Finally his head emerged, and he got in a deep breath. Unfortunately, just as he got the air, he was shoved back under, two large clawed, scaled feet holding him under the murky water. Still he thrashed, knowing well what the beast was most likely trying to do. Although strong, the monk was not enough to lift the weight of the large lizard-man. He was healthy, and more than fit, so he could hold his breath for an extended period of time. The problem was, there was no telling how long the lizard would hold him there. Calming himself, Quorian placed his arms just right, and began pushing up, using all the energy he could to resist the pressure of the creature pushing him back. |
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| Chazor | Feb 26 2009, 04:04 AM Post #10 |
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Chazor found himself someone amused as he felt the being trying to press up against his feet. Atleast he had some will to live the dracotaur thought. He was somewhat impressed by that, but it wasn't enough to influence him to let him go free. However he did decide to toy with the man for Chazor's amusement. He began to put down less force on the man's chest, allowing him to push his legs up. There was only so much of a distance that Chazor would allow however. As a Predator he wasn't about to totally let the man free, but letting him get a breath and forcing him under again came to mind. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 27 2009, 06:48 AM Post #11 |
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Quorian continued pushing up, slowly sliding his legs under himself. Upon reaching the point to get another breath of air, he stopped resisting, however. Instead, he dropped back, and to the side. As he came down, he moved to the left, and under only one clawed foot. At this time, his legs were in a favorable position, and he had only one leg pressing down. This is when the monk fought back the most. With both of his legs and both of his arms, the monk moved up, much more quickly than before. Once he got high enough, which was in a matter of moments, he shot out to the left, escaping the lizard thing’s push. In an instant he was up, in a defensive stance and catching his breath. He was soaking wet, his wound stung, his chest hurt, and there was mud splashed all over his body, yet he stood there, defiant and almost daring the beast to come at him. |
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| Chazor | Feb 27 2009, 09:42 AM Post #12 |
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"Maybe you'll be worth the effort after all!" Chazor shouted towards the man. Now tha the could actually see him he didn't look like much of a challenge. No armor, now Weapons, no visible forms of defense, The Idea of fighting unarmed was unknown to Chazor, most people he encountered usually had something."Or maybe you won't..." He continued. He got his feet steady in the thick mud, moving his tail around in the water. He was checking for his spear and soon found it under foot by his forelegs. It didn't take much effort on his part to rearm himself as he lifted his spear up out of the water with one of his large clawed feet, grasping the iron spear with his right hand. He didn't intend to use it just yet, even though the thought of ramming the obsidian blade into his chest was satisfying. "Come and fight me human!" Chazor yelled at the man before him. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 27 2009, 01:57 PM Post #13 |
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Although Quorian would truly have enjoyed charging forward at the vile beast that stood before him, now gripping his weapon once more, but the monk was not a fool. There were many, many ways that this reptilian creature could use a charge in his favor, the thought of that embraced by the thing’s eagerness to be the one attacked. No, he would not fall for any traps, and tricks. As it was he had already made two mistakes, the first being his miscalculation as to when he should have moved in his water-soaked clothing, the second being his foolish retreat. Now that the monk had gathered his senses, however, this creature would have a much more difficult fight. Calming his heavy breathing, Quorian stayed in the defensive stance, studying the battle field. There was no telling where the ground would suddenly sink, and the water was definitely a large disadvantage for the human. “You started this battle, fiend. Do not stand there like a coward, beckoning your opponent on. If you wish to continue this fight, you shall have to come over here.” Quorian yelled back, anger rising. He had nearly had his legs impaled by a spear, and came close to drowning, all because this fowl creature decided to choose him to attack. The young monk would have to make sure to pay him back for that. |
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| Chazor | Feb 27 2009, 02:29 PM Post #14 |
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Chazor knew that many beings of this land knew little if anything of his kind. Generally that meant they had no knolwedge of his fire breathing ability. Here the fog would weaken it but a simple fireball would suffice for him in this situation. True it would be weakened by the fog, but the relatively short distance between the two would extend it's usefullness. If the man was any further away it would have been mostly useless. Chazor began to walk towards the man, the water rippling in the wake of his legs and tail. The tip of his spear just barely skimmed the water and he was holding it idly in his hand. He clenched his left hand and stretched out his fingers, like he intended to do something with the hand. But in truth he had no intentions of using his hand, only hoping to trick his opponent. If he had not wisened up at this point, his quarry would have been looking at Chazor's jaws instead. There was no visible evidence of just what Chazor was intending, aside from him moving his tilting his head back. But then he suddenly jerked his head forward while opening his jaws wide, letting a ball of liquid launch from his mouth. When it hit the air it suddenly ignited into a nicely sized fireball, one aimed at Quorian's face. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 27 2009, 03:10 PM Post #15 |
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Although Quorian had indeed looked at the hand, he was trained well in combat. At the slightest movement of the thing’s head, his attention moved. As the flaming orb came soaring towards him, the monk crouched low and to the left, shifting his weight accordingly to be able to move easily. As it passed by, however, he did not go back to the same location. Instead, the monk rose to the left, and entered the same defensive stance. “Minor tricks will not fool me, vile beast. Although I may be young, I am quick.” The young man yelled out, glaring at Chazor intensely. Although he had escaped that attack, Quorian knew well that he would be hard pressed in this fight. With luck, however, he would walk out of this battle the superior fighter. If not, the monk held no illusions that he would most likely die. |
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